"Well others have spoken of having friends show up, so one never knows." It was a hope that kept Ignis going sometimes. How he would love to see Noct or the others again, but at the same time, they were far better off where they were currently than stuck in a world none of them knew.
However, he would simply find a way to bring Nida home with him, that much was certain.
His eyebrows then knitted together when he heard this whole hopscotch game thing. He had no idea who the porcelain bullies were but he would beat each of their little asses if they hurt Mono, should they come here.
But then he realized something as he thought back to his childhood. He was forever at Noct's side shielding him from the king's wrath and everyone else's when Noct got up to his shenanigans. And somewhere along the way his advisor was more than sure that after awhile no matter how many times he stood up for the Prince and took the blame, they knew who the real culprit was.
So for now he looked curiously at Mono. "I must admit I'm unfamiliar with the game. How does one play hopscotch?" No one ever asked the smart kid to play games, the one always tagging along with the Prince. And not even before that because Ignis was in a school for the gifted. Play wasn't encouraged even then unless the children were using their brains.
His uncle in the Citadel had been cold and distant too, so any hugs he received were from the Prince himself. And even they didn't play such a game as the one Mono was describing.
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However, he would simply find a way to bring Nida home with him, that much was certain.
His eyebrows then knitted together when he heard this whole hopscotch game thing. He had no idea who the porcelain bullies were but he would beat each of their little asses if they hurt Mono, should they come here.
But then he realized something as he thought back to his childhood. He was forever at Noct's side shielding him from the king's wrath and everyone else's when Noct got up to his shenanigans. And somewhere along the way his advisor was more than sure that after awhile no matter how many times he stood up for the Prince and took the blame, they knew who the real culprit was.
So for now he looked curiously at Mono. "I must admit I'm unfamiliar with the game. How does one play hopscotch?" No one ever asked the smart kid to play games, the one always tagging along with the Prince. And not even before that because Ignis was in a school for the gifted. Play wasn't encouraged even then unless the children were using their brains.
His uncle in the Citadel had been cold and distant too, so any hugs he received were from the Prince himself. And even they didn't play such a game as the one Mono was describing.